Video evidence of something he didn’t remember doing, this was bad news. He didn’t like that – not at all.
“So you brought it?” he asked, checking deep in the bag.
“No,” she said, sounding worried. “I couldn’t. Sam and those people were looking at it. I just grabbed Jana’s stuff so they wouldn’t find it, and then I called you.”
Harold lost his temper. He backhanded her, harder than before.
Her eyes lit up. “So you’re going to punish me?” she said hopefully.
“Yeah, I’m going to punish you. Lean over.”
Her gratitude and excitement obvious, Florence went to the kitchen counter and folded her upper body over it.
“Stay put.”
He went to the kitchen, opened a drawer, and pulled out a mask and a riding crop.
He handed her the mask. “Put this on,” he said.
Barely able to contain her excitement, she fitted the tight mask over her eyes. Then she turned around, leaned over from her waist and adjusted her boobs against the cold tile counter.
Harold took the whip and started in on her. Back of her thighs and then her ass and back. “Yes,” she cried out. “Yes, yes,” she screamed with each crack of braided leather strips.
She was crying happily, and her backside was good and marked, so he pulled her arms off the kitchen counter and guided her roughly to the bedroom. He was glad he’d remember the mask, because she couldn’t see the plastic covering the walls.
“Get on the bed,” he said.
“What’s this?” she asked, as her hands touched tarp.
He ignored her. “Lie on your back. I’m going to whip your tits and cunt, and then I’m going to fuck you until you bleed.”
“Yes, sir,” she said enthusiastically.
He did as promised, lashing against her tits, her stomach and crotch and inner thighs, until she screamed from the pleasure and the pain of it. He’d never known a women who got off as much on pain as the fish face. He had to admit, it aroused him almost as much as what he intended to do to her.
He covered his head. Turned on the camera, then mounted her. Her legs rapped around him as he pulled her skinny hips into him, impaling her stretched out pussy with his cock. He hammered into her as she screamed in ecstasy, then just as he felt himself coming – he pulled out – and got off the bed.
“Come back,” she moaned.
“Stay still,” he ordered. She lay back on the bed, touching herself, panting.
He adjusted his hood so he could see through the eye holes as his cock throbbed between his legs. Out of breath, he located his gun, then went back to the bed – to his mark.
With his dominant hand lining up the shot, he used his left hand to bring himself close. Just as his balls tightened and he knew he was about to come – he shouted.
“Sit up, and take off your mask – I want you to see this.”
Obediently, with sat up and with shaking fingers lifted the edge of her mask. In the final moment of his arousal, he smiled at the horror in her eyes, then put a hole neatly between her eyes as he spilled the last of his seed in the direction of her dying cunt.
Chapter Fifteen
Bombshell woke from a fitful sleep and started at the sight of Merrick’s housekeeper, Joann sitting in a chair beside her bed.
“How are you feeling?” Joann asked.
Bombshell pulled the covers up to her neck, her breasts had been exposed to this women. Her cheeks burned. “What are you doing in my room? Where’s Merrick?”
“Calm down, honey – Merrick won’t be coming back tonight.”